Disclaimer:
You'll notice I don't directly describe Bass and Rock, or any other characters. You can find descriptions for them at www.ibis-research.com/mm, or almost any other Mega Man site.
I also take a few liberties, but get used to it.
Also, Mega Man is a property of Capcom.
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Chapter One:
You think you're special.
Maybe it'll let up by the time I have to head back to the lab, Rock hoped, staring out the blue tinted window of the building called the Mega Mall. Outside, it was pouring rain in sheets, and the rumbling thunder from black clouds foretold lightning. Walking in the rain was not fun. It tended to attract unwanted attention, such as why his hair stayed dry, and the odd metallic pinging sound the raindrops made when it hit him.
Human's tended to get paranoid when they realized that the seemingly 13-year-old kid was actually a robot. Most of them wouldn't even consider thinking of him as a Bioroid, a living machine.
Oh well. I wonder what else I can do today. I haven't hit the arcade in a while, he thought, as he hopped an elevator to reach the top area of the Mega Mall, a huge shopping facility, with an arcade and various food courts. Not that Rock needed to go to the latter.
Hitting the button for the correct floor, the elevator began to rise. Then, a loud thunderclap reverberated thought the mall, and the elevator stopped, the lights going out.
What in the world? Did lightning hit this place? I would have felt it. . .
Rock heard a loud "snik" sound echo from above him, and the elevator began to fall. Rock, used to such things, jumped up, ripping through the top of the elevator, and grabbed hold of the lip of the hole he had created. He pulled himself up no problem, and then jumped to the nearest elevator door, slamming his fist into it hard enough to bust it open.
Rock glanced around, finding himself in a shopping store, with various customers and employees staring at him. One little kid, standing next to the fallen door, began to cry.
Uh oh.
Rock began to say something comforting, but the third second after he had exited the shaft, the elevator smashed into the bottom of the shaft.
Rock jumped forward, covering the crying child as glass, metal, and a few other forms of shrapnel sprayed out of the doorway. Rock felt a dull pain as a few shards embedded themselves into his skin. Or, rather, got stuck in the synthaflesh that covered his metal frame.
After two seconds, he stood up, careful not to hurt the child. A boy, he now recognized. Suddenly, he realized something. The lights were all on here. Then, what was up with the elevator? Or, down, as the case was now.
"Mega Man! Today we finish this!" a teenage voice, much in contrast to the extremely young voice of Rock, called from the elevator shaft.
For the second time in under a minute, the words of "Oh no" flashed through Rock's mind. A fight, here. Innocents about, likely to get hurt. Rock heard the grappling sound that followed the voice, and he ran to the shaft, sending a fist upwards, hoping to time it right.
"Ugh. . ." the teenage voice mumbled as Rock felt his fist hit something cold, hard, and moving at great speeds. Well, not any more. Currently, the source of the voice was balancing on the fist size dent in its - his - midsection. Rock wasn't hurt in the slightest, except for his fist hurting from going into that metal. And that was just a trivial wound.
"Bass. If you want to attack me, do it someplace where . . . people . . . won't . . . get . . . hurt." And he pulled his fist back, and Bass's form fell the remaining two stories to land among the rubble of the elevator.
Rock stared up the elevator shaft, trying to see if there was enough cable for him to grapple down and confront Bass.
There wasn't. With a sigh, Rock jumped and fell the two stories, landing with a thud on something solid.
"Get. . . off . . . of . . . me." Oh, he had landed on Bass.
Rock jumped off of the ebony armored robot, flipping forward and pushing off the ground with one hand, spinning to face his opponent. "Bass!" He put one fist forward, getting ready to fight. "You are great at ruining my life, you've proved that well enough by now. But if you ever, ever, hurt a person, I will see you broken to pieces and melted."
Bass stood up, glowing a green color. He idly reached up and ripped out a piece of glass from his face, right under the purple slashes. The was something vaguely horrifying about such a wicked cut with no blood coming out of it.
"You don't have what it takes to stop me," he said with an arrogant tone, and put one arm forward as well. Is seemed to change - the gauntlet part coming forward and opening up, his hand disappearing, all in the space of a nanosecond. A green blast of plasma came out of the opening, and then the gauntlet returned to normal.
Rock jumped over the blast with practiced ease, but his winced as it melt the metal behind him. Can't get in it. If I'm held in place, he'll just blast me to scrap. He spun around, kicking off of the wall, then spun again in mid air, so that he was facing and flying towards Bass. He brought his fist down, just as he connected, denting the armor again.
"Nice try." Bass brought up one arm, and drove it deep into Rock's midsection.
"Gah!" Rock wasn't wearing his own armor, so, instead of it protecting him, his form was now knocked inward half a foot. Rock would feel the thing metal shell around his frame and "organs" break in a few places, cutting through skin, and more importantly, through a few wires. Pain echoed through his head, and he realized he'd have trouble pulling off a slide, because the wires that sent power to create a kinetic force to move him forward without moving were cut clean in two.
It was almost like a parody of what happened before - Rock balancing on his dent, instead of Bass. But Rock kept the presence of mind to do something. He looked up, and raised a hand outward, to the side, almost pleadingly. He looked right into Bass's red eyes, those eye's clearly screaming "I WON!" in a way that his voice couldn't possibly replicate.
Rock smiled, and, with that pleading hand, made a fist and drove it straight into Bass's mouth.
Bass went flying, landing against a wall, and denting it, before getting back to his feet. It was testament to Rock's strength, as great of a curse as it always ended up being around humans. Rock, carried along for the ride, landed six feet to the side, also getting to his feet.
"This isn't over!" Bass yelled, before jumping up into the air, reaching the second story - then jumping again in mid air, catching the cable.
Rock stared up at him, and could see the faces of a few worried people, wondering what had happened to the boy who had jumped down the ruined shaft.
With a frown, Rock jumped up to the second story - the first story didn't have a door, or if it had, the crashing of the elevator had caved it in - and busted through the sealed door.
One of the mall security officers started after seeing a boy rip through the damaged door. Rock took the look of shock as something else.
"Ah, sorry. Send the bill to Light Co." And he raced off to find Bass.
Rock vaguely noticed another bolt of lightning hitting the parking lot as he ran to the next story.
- - -
Rock had found Bass on the roof of the mall, standing on top of an antenna, glaring down at the smaller robot.
"So you showed."
"Damn it, Bass, when wouldn't I have shown? You would have kept attacking me if you had thought I wasn't going to follow."
Bass smirked. "Hmph, I guess so. I thought the fear that one of your precious humans," Bass said the word like it was a curse, and something so foul you had to get it out of your mouth before you vomited. "Would have been hurt by me if you hadn't come."
Rock glared at the armored figure above him, and jumped up. He realized two things. One, he still hadn't gotten his armor on, so he was very vulnerable to Bass's attacks. Secondly, lightning had hit the roof of the mall.
Bass jumped off the antenna as soon as Rock was within grappling distance. He aimed three quick punches, and a spinning kick at the smaller robot. Rock countered as well as he could, midair fighting not being his biggest strength. He took several hits, ones that were more effective than they should have been.
He looked at his adversary's armor, noting that the shiny gold was now a dull brown. He has switched weapons.
Bass used his double jump to uppercut his adversary in midair, sending Rock falling to the ground. The black haired defender bounced as he hit.
And if that punch was any testament, then Bass was using Guts Man's weapon, or some copy of it.
"Ha, done already?" Bass landed, and began walking towards Rock, the lining of his armor switching through every color of the spectrum, as he decided what weapon to use to obliterate Rock.
"N. . . No." Rock's functions were low, he wasn't able to get a lot of energy to his extremities. He cursed himself for forgetting his armor in his rush to deal with Bass. His body was repairing itself, but it lacked the energy to do so.
Rock slowly got to his feet, slouching. Armor, armor, where was his damn armor recall unit? On his belt. He reached down, grasping it. But, before he could hit the button that would give him his protective suit, and his Buster, Bass rushed him.
Rock jumped over the black bot's head, only to be sent flying when Bass whirled about and sent a blast of electricity at him. The bolt knocked him back, clothes smoking, hair burned together at the ends, until he hit the antenna from before. He finally was able to hit the armor recall, a blue flash covering him.
Gauntlets, helmet, books, and other protective gear covered him. Clothes vanished, shredded by the energy to matter conversion that gave Rock his armor. Light blue underclothes, extending to the wrist, ankles, and up to the neck, were finally seen, only for the legs beyond the knees to be covered by the boots, and arms from the middle part of the lower arm in gauntlets. He was primarily two colors. Dark blue and light blue.
Once the light cleared, a split second later, Rock was on his feet, rushing Bass.
Lightning crackled nearby, giving Rock his first good look at Bass that day.
Standing head and shoulders taller than his adversary, black replaced dark blue in most of him. Grey replaced light blue. There were differences, the most notable being Bass's chest plate and helmet.
Rock took a deep breath, and let it out. It was a simple way to cool his systems, having the lungs being near more of his vital parts, which seemed to be the first things to overheat when he was hurt.
He panted a few more times, so that his systems were stable, and rushed Bass.
The fight really began now, both of them were thinking. Bass could cut loose now that he was in the open, and Rock had his armor and weapons.
First thing that happened was Bass switched weapons to something Rock couldn't catch. A custom, his mind answered, as Bass held out his Buster, the warped form of his gauntlet, and let loose with what felt like a focused amount of kinetic energy, sending Rock flying.
Rock landed on his feet, and dashed forward. He wasn't near as fast as Bass, and he couldn't slide. These two factors led to Bass getting near him before Rock got near Bass, in a way.
Bass rapid fired three shots, all of them catching Rock in the chest. The blue bomber was knocked back, but he made a jumping lunge to grab hold of Bass's arm, where the Buster was.
Bass began to fling him over the shoulder, and succeeded. But Rock had dug his fingers in, so when Rock went flying, he scratched four long furrows into the weapon, causing it to "spark" as the energy it created began to get out of control.
Bass shifted that Buster back into arm form, the hand appearing to slide out of the mess of energy that reformed into an arm, albeit one that was scratched up.
Rock switched his right arm into a Buster by putting his middle two fingers into the middle of his palm, hand making a fist. The connection sent the matter to energy transfer off, and his arm glowed blue for a split second as the gauntlets parts came down, covering his hand, and forming into the weapon.
Rock could fire the thing by clinching his fist, which remained whole and intact inside of the weapon. In fact, he did just that, raising it and firing it once into Bass's face, then holding his fist closed to let the weapon "charge", building energy for a more powerful strike.
Rock jumped to the side, regained his footing and let loose the charged blast, knocking the ill-prepared Bass back a few steps.
Bass paused to regain himself. Damn it, it shouldn't be this hard to deal with him . . . With a scream wrought of frustration, he slipped a hand to his belt, hitting the weapon change. He rushed forward, and Rock tried to grab hold of him. The smaller but stronger blue robot would beat him in a grappling contest, so Bass switched his working arm into a Buster, and let loose the weapon.
His gold lining was green. Green fire poured out of the business end of the Buster, coating Rock in the evil looking flames, and melting the concrete underneath his feet.
Rock jumped back, and fell to the ground, rolling out of Bass's range. The flames stayed on his body, giving him an eerie glowing look. It would take a minute while the flames dissolved. They were melting him, that was true. But his body, the bioroid body, the powers of the living machine, caused him to repair himself from any harm. This just hurt like hell
Bass wasn't interested in the physics of his weapon. It kicked ass. That was good enough for him. He enjoyed the moment of conquest.
A moment that was rapidly about to end. Rock got to his feet again, and rushed him. Bass took a step back, letting loose another blast of green flame.
The ground melted. Rock's body caught on fire; he began to melt. Rock dived through it, warnings ringing in his helmet, a questioning sound as someone at the lab tried to contact him and found him busy, and Bass's scream of pain as Rock, green flames burning on him, pinned him to the ground.
"DAMN YOU!" Bass couldn't get a hand free to punch him, and the flames began to eat away at his body.
Warnings screamed across his senses. Pain. He could ignore it, he did ignore it.
His body was low on energy. Both Bass's "Bassium" body and Rock's "Bioroid" body repaired themselves through a matter to energy transference system. They needed an excess of energy to fight, and Bass's excess energy had spent itself repairing the punches. His armor was fine. Both his and Rock's were strong enough to take it. It was the bodies underneath the armor that melted. So, Bass, armor fully intact, except for a dent, looked up at Rock.
Why wasn't he dying? This inferno was enough . . . The flames died out. He looked back up at Rock, and cursed. Wild, angry blue eyes stared at him. Rocks body was fine, other than some pain. He had survived the inferno better, but not by much.
They were at equal energy levels, they both realized. Bodies had worked overtime to heal.
"Hmph." Bass grinned, switching his right arm to a Buster. The wounded one.
He began to charge its power, and laugh. It would explode, the energy creating system overloading. It would take out the top floor of the mall, and Rock.
Bass would be fine. The Buster couldn't harm the armor it came from, or Bass. He didn't know how it worked, but Wily had said something about "similar energy sources".
His arm began to flash and glow green and purple, energy spirals exiting and entering.
There was a red flash, a lessening of weight on Bass. And the spirals exploded, covering his vision. Everything went dark.
Bass lost consciousness, found a minute of peace. It was all the time he could spend without anger. Those times when he couldn't think.
- - -
Blues stood over the rubble. Rock was gone - the older Bioroid had teleported his "little brother" away from the mess, back to the lab. He held his shield in one hand, protecting him from the violent explosion.
It was Tritanium. No one knew where the metal had come from, but artifacts of it were constantly being found. It was impervious, unmeltable, unmoldable. Whatever you found, you couldn't change. Shields were the most common things.
There was also a lesser metal, similar. It could reflect blasts, but eventually they'd break.
Blues' shield absorbed the energies, like a sponge in a puddle.
The red robot stood there as the blast died, scarf flapping, until the energy was gone enough for him to teleport away, leaving Bass standing, more than half dead.
"Damn . . . It," Bass muttered, and did the same.
You'll notice I don't directly describe Bass and Rock, or any other characters. You can find descriptions for them at www.ibis-research.com/mm, or almost any other Mega Man site.
I also take a few liberties, but get used to it.
Also, Mega Man is a property of Capcom.
- - -
Chapter One:
You think you're special.
Maybe it'll let up by the time I have to head back to the lab, Rock hoped, staring out the blue tinted window of the building called the Mega Mall. Outside, it was pouring rain in sheets, and the rumbling thunder from black clouds foretold lightning. Walking in the rain was not fun. It tended to attract unwanted attention, such as why his hair stayed dry, and the odd metallic pinging sound the raindrops made when it hit him.
Human's tended to get paranoid when they realized that the seemingly 13-year-old kid was actually a robot. Most of them wouldn't even consider thinking of him as a Bioroid, a living machine.
Oh well. I wonder what else I can do today. I haven't hit the arcade in a while, he thought, as he hopped an elevator to reach the top area of the Mega Mall, a huge shopping facility, with an arcade and various food courts. Not that Rock needed to go to the latter.
Hitting the button for the correct floor, the elevator began to rise. Then, a loud thunderclap reverberated thought the mall, and the elevator stopped, the lights going out.
What in the world? Did lightning hit this place? I would have felt it. . .
Rock heard a loud "snik" sound echo from above him, and the elevator began to fall. Rock, used to such things, jumped up, ripping through the top of the elevator, and grabbed hold of the lip of the hole he had created. He pulled himself up no problem, and then jumped to the nearest elevator door, slamming his fist into it hard enough to bust it open.
Rock glanced around, finding himself in a shopping store, with various customers and employees staring at him. One little kid, standing next to the fallen door, began to cry.
Uh oh.
Rock began to say something comforting, but the third second after he had exited the shaft, the elevator smashed into the bottom of the shaft.
Rock jumped forward, covering the crying child as glass, metal, and a few other forms of shrapnel sprayed out of the doorway. Rock felt a dull pain as a few shards embedded themselves into his skin. Or, rather, got stuck in the synthaflesh that covered his metal frame.
After two seconds, he stood up, careful not to hurt the child. A boy, he now recognized. Suddenly, he realized something. The lights were all on here. Then, what was up with the elevator? Or, down, as the case was now.
"Mega Man! Today we finish this!" a teenage voice, much in contrast to the extremely young voice of Rock, called from the elevator shaft.
For the second time in under a minute, the words of "Oh no" flashed through Rock's mind. A fight, here. Innocents about, likely to get hurt. Rock heard the grappling sound that followed the voice, and he ran to the shaft, sending a fist upwards, hoping to time it right.
"Ugh. . ." the teenage voice mumbled as Rock felt his fist hit something cold, hard, and moving at great speeds. Well, not any more. Currently, the source of the voice was balancing on the fist size dent in its - his - midsection. Rock wasn't hurt in the slightest, except for his fist hurting from going into that metal. And that was just a trivial wound.
"Bass. If you want to attack me, do it someplace where . . . people . . . won't . . . get . . . hurt." And he pulled his fist back, and Bass's form fell the remaining two stories to land among the rubble of the elevator.
Rock stared up the elevator shaft, trying to see if there was enough cable for him to grapple down and confront Bass.
There wasn't. With a sigh, Rock jumped and fell the two stories, landing with a thud on something solid.
"Get. . . off . . . of . . . me." Oh, he had landed on Bass.
Rock jumped off of the ebony armored robot, flipping forward and pushing off the ground with one hand, spinning to face his opponent. "Bass!" He put one fist forward, getting ready to fight. "You are great at ruining my life, you've proved that well enough by now. But if you ever, ever, hurt a person, I will see you broken to pieces and melted."
Bass stood up, glowing a green color. He idly reached up and ripped out a piece of glass from his face, right under the purple slashes. The was something vaguely horrifying about such a wicked cut with no blood coming out of it.
"You don't have what it takes to stop me," he said with an arrogant tone, and put one arm forward as well. Is seemed to change - the gauntlet part coming forward and opening up, his hand disappearing, all in the space of a nanosecond. A green blast of plasma came out of the opening, and then the gauntlet returned to normal.
Rock jumped over the blast with practiced ease, but his winced as it melt the metal behind him. Can't get in it. If I'm held in place, he'll just blast me to scrap. He spun around, kicking off of the wall, then spun again in mid air, so that he was facing and flying towards Bass. He brought his fist down, just as he connected, denting the armor again.
"Nice try." Bass brought up one arm, and drove it deep into Rock's midsection.
"Gah!" Rock wasn't wearing his own armor, so, instead of it protecting him, his form was now knocked inward half a foot. Rock would feel the thing metal shell around his frame and "organs" break in a few places, cutting through skin, and more importantly, through a few wires. Pain echoed through his head, and he realized he'd have trouble pulling off a slide, because the wires that sent power to create a kinetic force to move him forward without moving were cut clean in two.
It was almost like a parody of what happened before - Rock balancing on his dent, instead of Bass. But Rock kept the presence of mind to do something. He looked up, and raised a hand outward, to the side, almost pleadingly. He looked right into Bass's red eyes, those eye's clearly screaming "I WON!" in a way that his voice couldn't possibly replicate.
Rock smiled, and, with that pleading hand, made a fist and drove it straight into Bass's mouth.
Bass went flying, landing against a wall, and denting it, before getting back to his feet. It was testament to Rock's strength, as great of a curse as it always ended up being around humans. Rock, carried along for the ride, landed six feet to the side, also getting to his feet.
"This isn't over!" Bass yelled, before jumping up into the air, reaching the second story - then jumping again in mid air, catching the cable.
Rock stared up at him, and could see the faces of a few worried people, wondering what had happened to the boy who had jumped down the ruined shaft.
With a frown, Rock jumped up to the second story - the first story didn't have a door, or if it had, the crashing of the elevator had caved it in - and busted through the sealed door.
One of the mall security officers started after seeing a boy rip through the damaged door. Rock took the look of shock as something else.
"Ah, sorry. Send the bill to Light Co." And he raced off to find Bass.
Rock vaguely noticed another bolt of lightning hitting the parking lot as he ran to the next story.
- - -
Rock had found Bass on the roof of the mall, standing on top of an antenna, glaring down at the smaller robot.
"So you showed."
"Damn it, Bass, when wouldn't I have shown? You would have kept attacking me if you had thought I wasn't going to follow."
Bass smirked. "Hmph, I guess so. I thought the fear that one of your precious humans," Bass said the word like it was a curse, and something so foul you had to get it out of your mouth before you vomited. "Would have been hurt by me if you hadn't come."
Rock glared at the armored figure above him, and jumped up. He realized two things. One, he still hadn't gotten his armor on, so he was very vulnerable to Bass's attacks. Secondly, lightning had hit the roof of the mall.
Bass jumped off the antenna as soon as Rock was within grappling distance. He aimed three quick punches, and a spinning kick at the smaller robot. Rock countered as well as he could, midair fighting not being his biggest strength. He took several hits, ones that were more effective than they should have been.
He looked at his adversary's armor, noting that the shiny gold was now a dull brown. He has switched weapons.
Bass used his double jump to uppercut his adversary in midair, sending Rock falling to the ground. The black haired defender bounced as he hit.
And if that punch was any testament, then Bass was using Guts Man's weapon, or some copy of it.
"Ha, done already?" Bass landed, and began walking towards Rock, the lining of his armor switching through every color of the spectrum, as he decided what weapon to use to obliterate Rock.
"N. . . No." Rock's functions were low, he wasn't able to get a lot of energy to his extremities. He cursed himself for forgetting his armor in his rush to deal with Bass. His body was repairing itself, but it lacked the energy to do so.
Rock slowly got to his feet, slouching. Armor, armor, where was his damn armor recall unit? On his belt. He reached down, grasping it. But, before he could hit the button that would give him his protective suit, and his Buster, Bass rushed him.
Rock jumped over the black bot's head, only to be sent flying when Bass whirled about and sent a blast of electricity at him. The bolt knocked him back, clothes smoking, hair burned together at the ends, until he hit the antenna from before. He finally was able to hit the armor recall, a blue flash covering him.
Gauntlets, helmet, books, and other protective gear covered him. Clothes vanished, shredded by the energy to matter conversion that gave Rock his armor. Light blue underclothes, extending to the wrist, ankles, and up to the neck, were finally seen, only for the legs beyond the knees to be covered by the boots, and arms from the middle part of the lower arm in gauntlets. He was primarily two colors. Dark blue and light blue.
Once the light cleared, a split second later, Rock was on his feet, rushing Bass.
Lightning crackled nearby, giving Rock his first good look at Bass that day.
Standing head and shoulders taller than his adversary, black replaced dark blue in most of him. Grey replaced light blue. There were differences, the most notable being Bass's chest plate and helmet.
Rock took a deep breath, and let it out. It was a simple way to cool his systems, having the lungs being near more of his vital parts, which seemed to be the first things to overheat when he was hurt.
He panted a few more times, so that his systems were stable, and rushed Bass.
The fight really began now, both of them were thinking. Bass could cut loose now that he was in the open, and Rock had his armor and weapons.
First thing that happened was Bass switched weapons to something Rock couldn't catch. A custom, his mind answered, as Bass held out his Buster, the warped form of his gauntlet, and let loose with what felt like a focused amount of kinetic energy, sending Rock flying.
Rock landed on his feet, and dashed forward. He wasn't near as fast as Bass, and he couldn't slide. These two factors led to Bass getting near him before Rock got near Bass, in a way.
Bass rapid fired three shots, all of them catching Rock in the chest. The blue bomber was knocked back, but he made a jumping lunge to grab hold of Bass's arm, where the Buster was.
Bass began to fling him over the shoulder, and succeeded. But Rock had dug his fingers in, so when Rock went flying, he scratched four long furrows into the weapon, causing it to "spark" as the energy it created began to get out of control.
Bass shifted that Buster back into arm form, the hand appearing to slide out of the mess of energy that reformed into an arm, albeit one that was scratched up.
Rock switched his right arm into a Buster by putting his middle two fingers into the middle of his palm, hand making a fist. The connection sent the matter to energy transfer off, and his arm glowed blue for a split second as the gauntlets parts came down, covering his hand, and forming into the weapon.
Rock could fire the thing by clinching his fist, which remained whole and intact inside of the weapon. In fact, he did just that, raising it and firing it once into Bass's face, then holding his fist closed to let the weapon "charge", building energy for a more powerful strike.
Rock jumped to the side, regained his footing and let loose the charged blast, knocking the ill-prepared Bass back a few steps.
Bass paused to regain himself. Damn it, it shouldn't be this hard to deal with him . . . With a scream wrought of frustration, he slipped a hand to his belt, hitting the weapon change. He rushed forward, and Rock tried to grab hold of him. The smaller but stronger blue robot would beat him in a grappling contest, so Bass switched his working arm into a Buster, and let loose the weapon.
His gold lining was green. Green fire poured out of the business end of the Buster, coating Rock in the evil looking flames, and melting the concrete underneath his feet.
Rock jumped back, and fell to the ground, rolling out of Bass's range. The flames stayed on his body, giving him an eerie glowing look. It would take a minute while the flames dissolved. They were melting him, that was true. But his body, the bioroid body, the powers of the living machine, caused him to repair himself from any harm. This just hurt like hell
Bass wasn't interested in the physics of his weapon. It kicked ass. That was good enough for him. He enjoyed the moment of conquest.
A moment that was rapidly about to end. Rock got to his feet again, and rushed him. Bass took a step back, letting loose another blast of green flame.
The ground melted. Rock's body caught on fire; he began to melt. Rock dived through it, warnings ringing in his helmet, a questioning sound as someone at the lab tried to contact him and found him busy, and Bass's scream of pain as Rock, green flames burning on him, pinned him to the ground.
"DAMN YOU!" Bass couldn't get a hand free to punch him, and the flames began to eat away at his body.
Warnings screamed across his senses. Pain. He could ignore it, he did ignore it.
His body was low on energy. Both Bass's "Bassium" body and Rock's "Bioroid" body repaired themselves through a matter to energy transference system. They needed an excess of energy to fight, and Bass's excess energy had spent itself repairing the punches. His armor was fine. Both his and Rock's were strong enough to take it. It was the bodies underneath the armor that melted. So, Bass, armor fully intact, except for a dent, looked up at Rock.
Why wasn't he dying? This inferno was enough . . . The flames died out. He looked back up at Rock, and cursed. Wild, angry blue eyes stared at him. Rocks body was fine, other than some pain. He had survived the inferno better, but not by much.
They were at equal energy levels, they both realized. Bodies had worked overtime to heal.
"Hmph." Bass grinned, switching his right arm to a Buster. The wounded one.
He began to charge its power, and laugh. It would explode, the energy creating system overloading. It would take out the top floor of the mall, and Rock.
Bass would be fine. The Buster couldn't harm the armor it came from, or Bass. He didn't know how it worked, but Wily had said something about "similar energy sources".
His arm began to flash and glow green and purple, energy spirals exiting and entering.
There was a red flash, a lessening of weight on Bass. And the spirals exploded, covering his vision. Everything went dark.
Bass lost consciousness, found a minute of peace. It was all the time he could spend without anger. Those times when he couldn't think.
- - -
Blues stood over the rubble. Rock was gone - the older Bioroid had teleported his "little brother" away from the mess, back to the lab. He held his shield in one hand, protecting him from the violent explosion.
It was Tritanium. No one knew where the metal had come from, but artifacts of it were constantly being found. It was impervious, unmeltable, unmoldable. Whatever you found, you couldn't change. Shields were the most common things.
There was also a lesser metal, similar. It could reflect blasts, but eventually they'd break.
Blues' shield absorbed the energies, like a sponge in a puddle.
The red robot stood there as the blast died, scarf flapping, until the energy was gone enough for him to teleport away, leaving Bass standing, more than half dead.
"Damn . . . It," Bass muttered, and did the same.